Aleister
Crowley .
Flames
on my front
the
fiery
star
,
About me and
around
.
Pillared
,
the
sacred
sun
,
afar
,
Six
symphonies
of
sound
;
Flames
,
as
the Gods
themselves
that are
:
Flames
,
in
the
abyss
profound
.
The
spread
arms
drop
like thunder
!
So
Rings out the
lordlier
cry
,
Vibrating
through
the streams that
flow
In
ether
to
the sky
,
The moving
archipelago
,
Stars
in
their
seigneury
.
Thine
be
the
kingdom
!
Thine the power
!
The
glory
triply
thine
!
Thine through
Eternity
's
swift
hour
,
Eternity
,
thy shrine
Yea
,
by
the holy
lotos
-
flower
,
Even
mine
!
+
This
poem
describes
what happens
when
the
student
of
ceremonial
magic
performs the
'
lesser ritual
of
the
pentagram
.'